This is a song about "Making money and hoes lying and niggas being fake and anger"

Bought the dope and have hoes

No, no, we are not those

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

And young money,and everyone else making yall dummies

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Fake mc's vomit. me and my niggas on the top floor in vegas drinking gin and

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Im making hits about this and in clubs hoes be shaking it

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

You fake niggas like great and randy u go unnoticed like the capital of

Everyone thinking i'm weird and fake even though i'm making history

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see